"Who knows where the whims of fate may lead us?"
The open ocean, an ultimate opportunity. The life it offered was one of perfect freedom and fortune abound, but the sea is a cunning beast. Just as the still, glassy waters will churn in an instant to sink any ship, so too will the perfect life atop the sea turn on those it's lured and send them to their doom; a dark and desolate place, untouched by time somewhere deep beneath the waves. So why, then, do men venture forth unto their untimely demise? Why, after seeing all those that have taken the path before them, do men tear open the sails of their ships and steer their rudders towards certain death? A question posed with many different answers, but there is only one when it comes to the story of Issac Grimm.
Glory alone drove our would-be hero to a life among the salt and spray. Fortune favors the bold and he felt himself brave enough to eek out a living however he could manage along the many coasts of Azeroth. From Durotar to Kul Tiras, Gadgetzan to Booty Bay, a stroke of luck brought in gold by the fist-full, and life was very good for a time. But the ancient beast would betray our fair hero, dashing his life against the rocks and leaving him to either float on, or drown in the current. Too brash for humility and too young to accept defeat, Issac took back to the waters that had wronged him so, never the kind to shrink from a challenge. That was the true nature of the sea, at least when viewed from our protagonists wild, blue eyes: something to be conquered.
Powerful though it was, the sea churned and boiled against the Shattering, sending islands to the four corners of the map and thrashing all those that lived upon them with storms and waves abound. So too was Issac Grimm caught up in Deathwing's mix, his life-long search for status atop the ocean interrupted by the Earth-Warder. And so we find our hero in the midst of the misty waters of the Doldrums. A dangerous life lived in earnest almost perfectly erased; Issac had nothing to show of his efforts. Discouraged, but never defeated, he found it keen to trudge forward covered in the sand and salt of Silver-Eye Island. In truth, it was just another chance to sway the whims of fate in his favor.
